She sits there on her bed, crying in the dark wishing to have some sort of lite
She looks up theres a glimmer but it simply fades away dark and cold only a glimpse of what it was like with warmness then out
She sits there bloody eyes bloody wrists cut beaten abused scarred
She is paranoid worried constantly but no one helps her up and out
She sees a spark but is afraid to go to it the spark later turns into a liter she looks at it and flicks it on that then goes onto a bigger flame almost like a campfire and she fans it into a forest fire that lites her dark world..
She never lets it go puts it out as she feels the warmness....
That fire later turns into a person who keeps her out of the dark
Who holds her close
Who loves her dearly
Who never lets go fo her even when she was to break down
 dreadful succubus · Tue Jun 18, 2013 @ 07:32am · 0 Comments |
